Under the starry night, a little red blood infected the snow-white world, and the slumped war horse would let out a mournful wail from time to time.

With the help of the reflected starlight, the figure in the pitch-black armor walked in this battlefield that had just ended, and the cavalry spear in his hand did not care about the life and death of the enemy, stabbing through the head one by one, spraying blood and white brains mixed together.

"Lord Gregory, the enemy has been cleared out, and nothing has been missed." A Noxian Imperial cavalryman stepped forward to report.

Looking back at the bleak battlefield, Gregory's indifferent eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, shook off the fine flesh and blood stained on the black cavalry spear, and said coldly: "Send someone to inform General Darius that he has entered the warning range of the enemy scouts!" ”

"Rest of you, keep going!"

The dull sound of horses' hooves sounded, leaving a trail on the backlog of snow, and the snow danced in a few moments, and there was no trace of it.

Ten miles behind, Darius led the Noxus team through the wind and snow, and after receiving a message from Gregory, he waved for the team to stop.

In the cold wind and snow, Darius frowned slightly, thinking about the deviation from the original plan, but as a veteran Noxian Empire general, he was not surprised by this, and never underestimated the enemy, this is a profound lesson he learned when he fought against Freeljord.

"Wasman!"

Behind him, a heavily armored knight dressed in three dents rode forward, pointed the rifle in his right hand at the snow, and said respectfully: "General! ”

"The Trefali legionnaires are divided into 10 squads, each leading 5 Noxian Imperial cavalry, as scouts, and all of them are scattered." Darius's tiger-like eyes flashed with crazy killing intent, and his cold words froze through the snow.

"I don't want to see a single enemy until I enter the Aaronse Hills."

"Yes, General!"

However, the 10 scout detachments scattered the falling snowflakes and quickly disappeared into the night snow, and then the stopped team began to move on.

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Dusk campfires illuminated the silent camp, with the occasional short snort of the horses before returning to silence.

It wasn't until a hurried sound of horses' hooves crashed into the camp gate that it caused a trace of confusion, and the torches lit up one after another surrounded the camp gate, and there was a faint sound of inquiry.

Soon, the tent in the center of the camp lit up with magical lights, and the night guard hurried to the surrounding tents to deliver orders.

Angela lifted the heavy curtain of the tent, and unexpectedly found that there were many people sitting inside, gently shaking off the snowflakes on the magic robe, she stepped to sit in the reserved left position, smiled at the middle-aged man in the main seat and said, "Uncle Lloyd! ”

Lloyd Rupert Geoffrey, Viscount of the Kingdom, has the strength of a great knight, the deputy commander of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion, the real power figure of the Jeffrey family, and now the titular commander of this team.

In response to Angela's greeting, Viscount Lloyd nodded slightly, he knew very well in his heart that this expedition of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion was just to add a little beautiful qualifications to Angina.

Because Angela is not only the eldest daughter of the Jeffrey family, but also has the most outstanding mage talent of the Jeffrey family in the past hundred years, before the Glorious Festival, she successfully broke through to become an official mage, attracting the attention of many archmages in the Violet Mage Tower.

Maybe the Jeffrey family will have a female archduke again!

Glancing at the few people in the tent slightly, Viscount Lloyd said in a deep voice: "Scout detective, I encountered the enemy near the Aaron Hills, and I was seriously injured, and I have sacrificed 4 teams of integrated scouts. ”

"Pitch-black armor, visor, crimson warhorse! The enemy seems to be somewhat similar to the information provided by Emerson. ”

Viscount Lloyd turned his head to look at Baron Emerson sitting at the bottom of his right, and his faint tone had an undisguised killing intent, with less than a hundred cavalrymen, would he dare to start a scout battle?

Swallowing his saliva subconsciously, Baron Emerson's brain was spinning wildly, could it really be Modrian's subordinate? How dare he be so bold and crazy?

"Lord Lloyd, can you determine how many scouts there are? Could it be that Modrian wants to take a gamble before he perishes? ”

"Undetermined number of people!" Viscount Lloyd looked at Emerson coldly, and then said to Angina: "The battle is fierce ahead, do we continue to send scouts?" ”

"Uncle Lloyd, you're the commander, don't care about my presence."

The crisp sound dispelled the oppressive atmosphere in the tent, and Angela's emerald eyes shone with amusement.

With a slight twinkle in his eyes, Viscount Lloyd turned his head away from looking at Angela, he stretched out his right hand and pointed it on the military sand chart in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "According to the scout's intelligence and battle range, the enemy's intentions may have two points, first, a crazy throw, and gradually eat away at our strength in a guerrilla way, which is unlikely. ”

"Second, the other side seems to want to force us to engage in a battle in the Aaron Hills, and it cannot be ruled out that the enemy is the second son of the Perris family, which is a very advantageous choice for them."

"Ha, choosing complex terrain to fight with the Iron Thorn Cavalry Corps, not a bad idea, the enemy's commander seems to be somewhat interesting." Viscount Lloyd said with a smile, and then the smile faded until it became cold.

"But it also depends on whether we say yes or not!"

"Quiller, send your Iron Thorn Cavalry and disperse them all as scouts, I need to know the details of the Aaron Hills as soon as possible, and even I want some prisoners."

"Yes, Lord Lloyd!" The armored knight at the front of the right side of the tent stood up and saluted, and then moved quickly out of the tent.

The smell of war, I smell, what a familiar smell!

Viscount Lloyd's eyes were locked on the topographical sand map in front of him, he was waiting for news from the front, he thought it was a meaningless war, and now, he could finally raise a hint of the desire to fight.

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Snowflakes seem to fall from the stars, shining in a chaotic blue and melting into the snow.

The dull sound of horses' hooves trampled by, splashing a little bit of snow, and figures shuttled under the silent snow and ice night, and the sharp riding spears glowed with white cold.

Suddenly, the two scout teams met, and with the spilled starlight, the two froze slightly, and then the pervasive killing intent dispersed the snowflakes.

The pitch-black figure, the dark green figure, frantically intertwined and annihilated in the snowy night, no one cared about the fallen companions, only the appearance of the enemy in their eyes, and the sticky blood stained the body and weapons.

The silent battle between the scouts, fierce and pathetic!

Even if they win, the remaining scouts won't be able to deal with the brutal battlefield as they make their way to the next scouting location.

Death begins to come frequently.

But neither side stopped, and continued to send scouts frantically to meet the battle under the snowy night after battle.

With the Aracer Hills as the dividing point, in the pale ice and snow world, there are traces of red blood everywhere, rendering a tragic and gorgeous war hell.